No Escape

I have been doing a sort of archeology of war in order to piece myself together and heal. Frequently, I come back to defining points in my war experience where I truly felt the impossibility of my existence and the … Continued

Letter to the First Man I Saw Die

I didn’t know your name but you became a part of my soul at instant of your death. I was sixteen and the war in Bosnia had just begun. Simply walking on the street became a game of Russian roulette. … Continued